My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1706

Gripped with an intense spirit for battle, Ryan's expression was an image of arrogance. Equipped with the god-slaying sword and the Demon God bloodline, he was as strong as someone at the Profound Reality Realm. Alto looked down at Ryan and asked calmly, "Which one of you will kill him?"

"Lord Alto, let me crush this ant," said a fifth-tier King Realm dark-skinned man as he stood up. He had short hair and was bare from the waist up, his muscles crisscrossed like the scales of a horned dragon. Alto glanced at him lightly. "Which union are you from?"

The muscular man lowered his head slightly and responded with the utmost respect, "I'm the vice president of the Blata Union from Nero, Odo!"

Alto smiled and said, "Okay. If you can kill him, I'll let you join the Satanic Union."

The union members surrounding them all cast envious glances at Odo Ben.

The Satanic Union was the first guild to ever be established in the West. It was said that the guild held a demon comparable to a saint.

Joining the Satanic Union granted one supreme power and status in the entire West. Anyone who met a member of the Satanic Union would also receive them with the highest courtesy.

Odo turned around and jumped down from the observation deck like a beast let out of its cage.

He landed on the ground with a boom. With a disdainful gaze, he asked, "You from Drakonia, are you here to die?"

"Who do you think you're barking at?" Ryan retorted.

Odo snorted coldly. "Die!"

He clenched his fists as he roared, the muscles all over his body swelling while his bones crackled.

Noting that Odo had no weapon, Ryan stuck the god-slaying sword on the ground and said, "You'd better not cry foul play. Since you're not using a weapon, I won't use mine either!"

Odo was offended. He was once a

boxer with a pair of iron fists that were invincible in the boxing world Had he cultivated true energy before fighting Mike Thorson, he would

have been king of the boxing world.

Now, he had perfected his iron fists and could shatter even a cannonball. Yet, this man wanted to fight him without weapons? The audacity.

"Are you sure you don't want a weapon?" Odo asked while staring at Ryan coldly.

Ryan cracked his neck and responded impatiently, "What's with all this nonsense? Let's get down to it already!"

Odo said no more. Clenching his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, he threw it toward Ryan. From every inch of muscle on his body came a terrifying power that was unparalleled.

This was the power of a fighter at the fifth tier of the King Realm, comparable to a full-strength blow delivered by someone at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm.

Odo wanted to defeat this enemy with one move and gain Alto Dumble's attention. It was also to give Nero honor.

Ryan looked calm as he wound up his fist. Spiritual power enveloped his entire body. Two rays of light, one black and one white, collided fiercely.

A deafening sonic boom sounded, and visible ripples were released from the collision of fists.

Ryan took two steps back while Odo took seven or eight steps back before stopping.

"This... How is this possible?"

Even the rest of the Blata Union members present were shocked. Unable to accept what had occurred before their eyes, the voices raised in a cacophony of outrage.

"Odo grew up drinking the holy water

of the Franges. His fists are as powerful as magic weapons. He even erushed a tank with one fist once How could a mere Drakonian foree him back?"

"Hmph, the man must've resorted to some dirty tricks."

"You're right. He's so shameless!"

"Do Drakonians have no respect for martial ethics? They're so despicable and shameless!"